Conversation:The Spirit Of Aotearoa

Published on Jul 24, 2013 

Te RārangaTira is a kaupapa that brings together a diverse group of young Māori from across Aotearoa and Te Waipounamu that are committed to creating positive change for their whanau, hapu, iwi and wider community.

We have come together to explore a process that looks at what we are doing, why we are doing it and tap into our hearts, minds and wairua to build connections and unlock the potential that dwells within.

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Te RārangaTira is supported by The Enviroschools Foundation www.enviroschools.org.nz

Spoken Word piece written and performed by Te Kahu Rolleston

Shot and Edited by: Te Rawhitiroa Bosch www.rawhitiroa.com

Sound Captured by: Erana Walker

Raranga he tira Rangatira! Te RārangaTira e!

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Kia Ora,

New Zealand is not just rugby and shrimps on the barbie. Aotearoa, the Maori name for New Zealand, is the land of the people of this great country. The Maori people who have welcomed all of us immigrants.

Maori custom stands for human dignity, freedom and liberation of the mind ultimately. It is not about appointed overlords dictating ‘law’.

Te Kahu Rolleston embodies this spirit like none other as he works to lift the young men and women so that they may rise and claim their seat in their country.

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Conversation: Raise the Voice

Translation courtesy of Lyricstranslate.com

Raise the voice

To) breathe to raise the voice
(To) take off as far as a swift eagle
To breathe a glorious future
Makes more sense if we do it together
(To) get rid of all coyness
(To) take the bull by the horns
To not fall to the oppressive
To walk straight, without fear
Breathe and raise the voice

My pockets are empty
Broken lips
Sored skin
Each time I glimpse at the void,
Worn shoe soles
Tied up hands
A sing on the front door
Always said it was closed.
A thorn stuck
An infected wound
An overwhelmed anger
In everything and nothing
A clumsy step on the edge, aimless,
Each time I lose sense of reality
I don’t have support
The time that hits
And stabs me
It kills me quickly
I cannot catch it with my hands
But I have my special place
Raise the voice
I’m not alone
I’m with myself

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